"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the airUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the night"

"Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes-BenzShe got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friendsHow they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweatSome dance to remember, some dance to forget"